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agree with the president. All the blacks on earth could die so far as he was concerned, and good
riddance.
* * * *
Amelia was up and in her office early; she had been so tired the evening before that when she finally had
been able to get away she still hadn't gone over the latest progress reports. Her conscience had pushed
her to come in early today and review them before starting the regular day's work.
She entered her password and pulled up the files from each department and began scanning them, trying
to absorb the gist of each, if not all the details. It was a chore she disliked, but a necessary one in order
to supervise the direction of research and allocate resources to the most promising projects. The first
thing she saw was that Johannsen, the rogue scientist responsible for the Harcourt virus, had arrived late
yesterday evening and was being guarded by a mixed detail of Marines and government security agents in
a recently depleted basement storeroom. She thought she had better warn the virologists in fact, all of
the staff, to watch him closely and report anything he did out of the ordinary to her immediately. She
wasn't about to trust a psychopath like that very far.
There was still little progress on devising a vaccine. She made a note to pull two of the scientists working
in that department and reassign them to drug research, where she found a few hopeful signs of possible
treatments, if still tentative and largely untested ones. She began hurriedly scanning the following file, one
concerning the latest bits of knowledge about the Harcourt virus, not expecting to find anything useful
there. She already knew more than she wanted to about how that damnable virus worked.
Suddenly her gaze hung up on a sentence. The words seemed to fairly leap off the screen and into her
mind. Could it be possible? She read it again, then took a deep breath and went back to the start,
reading more slowly this time. Eventually her breathing slowed to normal as she found only a hint of what,
for a few excited moments, she hoped desperately was happening. Unfortunately, it was little more than a
hint. She sighed with disappointment, even while castigating herself for expecting anything like a virus to
be so simple as to change its characteristics overnight. However, it was certainly worth following up on.
She decided to assign more people to that end of the research, even before knowing where she would
find them. Just as she started on the next file, her phone rang.
"Amelia, this is Gene. Alert your people. It looks like we've got a big crazy mob heading this way, and
the airport's was taken over by a mob last night."
"All right, but what...? She heard a click as the phone disconnected and she was suddenly speaking only
to herself. Despite the speeded up beat of her heart, she yawned. It was still early. She looked over to
the coffee pot and saw that it was ready. Her hand trembled as she poured. When Gene sounded
excited, it could be nothing but trouble. The first person she called to come in was June. As she put down
the phone, she was suddenly grateful that Johannsen had arrived here before the airport was closed. He
and his guards must have come in on one of the last flights before it was overrun. It was possible he had
some useful information, but she really didn't hold out much hope.
* * * *
Doug woke to the persistent sound of the phone ringing. He glanced at the bedside clock. It was
blinking, signaling that sometime during the night a power outage had occurred. As he reached for the
phone, he dreamily thought that he and June might not have noticed even if it had happened while they
were still awake, so absorbed in each other they had been. He plucked the handset from its cradle and
handed it to June, who was already sitting up. The sheet had cascaded down to her waist with the
movement, leaving her as prettily bare to the waist as a generously endowed centerfold from the old
Playboy magazines he had perused as a youth, except that she was more beautiful in his sight than any of
the remembered images. And realer, he thought, reaching for his watch to see what time it was. He
blinked as he saw that it was only four in the morning.
June nudged him. It's for you."
Uh oh, he thought as he took the phone. A call this time of the night could only mean trouble.
Craddock, he said.
"Get here quickly, Doug. We've got troubles, Teresa said without identifying herself and hung up, no
doubt to call others on the list or to rush toward whatever crisis was at hand.
He replaced the phone and pushed the sheets away. I've got to go, sweetheart. There's some kind of
security problem."
"What is it?"
"I don't know, but that was Teresa. She never panics and she wouldn't have called without a damn good
reason. He leaned over to kiss June then swung his feet off the bed and stood up.
By the time Doug was dressed and had collected his weapons and gear, June had a cup of instant coffee
waiting. He took it gratefully, kissed her again and hurried toward the elevator. Behind him, June was
taking a call from Amelia that had her up and dressed so fast they might almost have shared the elevator.
* * * *
The new security building was a scene of utter chaos when Doug arrived. They had barely gotten moved
in and orderlies and couriers had little idea where each platoon was quartered, where the offices were,
where the command centers were located, and in many cases who was even in command of different
functions.
He reported to Gene and was immediately told to start trying to get the lines of communication working
smoothly and send all the troops off duty to their alternate posts, particularly to the front of the complex
where it appeared the majority of the mob was heading.
Doug got busy but was hampered by the fact that many still hadn't gotten the word that he was Gene's
deputy. He couldn't contact Teresa for long minutes, though Buddy answered his phone quickly.
"Doug, I'm getting my off duty boys lined up. We'll be ready to go in a few minutes, but some of them
don't remember which command they're in. I heard shooting from where the army company is
headquartered. Maybe Teresa decided to see what the situation is there. I haven't been able to contact
her."
"Get your troops to the front entrance and position your fire teams as soon as you can. Don't worry
about Teresa's people; I'll take care of them. And don't worry about who belongs where; just make sure
they have their weapons and ammo and get them going. This probably isn't going to be much fun, so
keep your phone open as much as you can. I'll touch base with you quick as I know something more."
"Are we to fire before being fired on? What're the rules?"
Doug didn't hesitate. If you decide there's a threat in your section, do whatever you think is necessary
and I'll back you. Whatever happens, we have to hold them away from here."
Doug began rounding up sleepy-eyed squad leaders and getting them organized to help defend the
complex. He knew the situation was going to turn into a bitch before the day was over, if not before. Too
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